Nothing. Not even remnants of power to draw upon from his old world. I swear. If Eridanus had better not show his face to me unless he is on his face and begging my forgiveness. What I wouldn't do to have a vial of my final breath here with me.

[Eridanus would melt and turn to little more than seafoam and memory if she did. Logically, part of her knew it was hurt. Their marriage had always been a mutually beneficial and romantic arrangement. No one had managed to turn Eridanus's head anywhere but her direction. And even when one had, he'd always gained her agreement first. It was, after all, a matter of trust and loyalty.

She herself had not taken any additional lovers. Perhaps he was bored with her? Bored with the life they could not have, the daughter they could not raise?

Ugh, she bore his child and even that didn't seem to hold any sort of meaning anymore. Eucryphia was safe, and Sisina and Vittani would make sure she grew up well. Her stepson could protect her. Rose comforted herself with that, making a mental note to change her child's name back to Riverglint.]

Even if it isn't entirely his fault - I understand we have changed - but the fact he never even asked. Even I asked you, with Vittani. A support of mutual trust between us.

[She took a deep drink of her coffee - it worked faster than the brandy, anyway - and sighed deeply, offering one of her free hands out to Traejan.]

Perhaps it is better this way. He can be whatever he wishes to be, however stupid he wishes to be, and I need not bear witness to it. [ Ah, lying to herself never felt so very comforting. The anger would be a more loving bedfellow than the depression anyway.]

I should cover his clothing in oil and set it aflame.